The young man remains. And the softness of his tone suggests both consideration and an absence of fear. It's enough that the young boy reaches out imploringly, the hand on his shirt loosening and reaching out for the man's hand. Please, don't ignore me. I know you're listening.

With a softly wavering breath, the boy shakes his head.

"Are your parents here?" he asks, giving the man's hand a small tug. A few other individuals pass down the street, not a single one of them glancing at the pair. This is what his world has been since he arrived. Like he's invisible. Just another detail in the setting.